148 People walking sideways in the painting association(1/2)
Speaking of this, President Yan looked at Meng Fu and was silent for a moment.
Most of the people in the Painting Association are noble, like the breeze and the moon, without any stain on dust. They will not be infected with secular things like money, and almost no one takes them seriously.
In ancient times, there was no need to bow down for five dou of rice, but today's painting association is similar.
President Yan never thought that—
He was respectful to the wise and talked to her personally, but she didn't agree. As a result, she agreed only 400,000 yuan.
President Yan is very complicated inside.
His face is not worth 400,000.
He held the teacup and was not in a hurry to go back. He introduced his situation to Meng Fu, "You only have one senior brother. He is in the capital. He is now the chief painter of the younger generation. I will push him to you later. When will you go to the capital and meet him."
President Yan Jin chose disciples. After so many years, he only accepted one disciple, Meng Fu was the second one.
Both disciples are among the people.
President Yan lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "As for my discipleship ceremony, what do you think? If you don't have any ideas, just follow the specifications of your senior brother."
Seeing that President Yan had no intention of not accepting her, Meng Fu breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard his words, she blinked and seemed a little embarrassed: "Master, I have some personal reasons, and it is not convenient to show off for the time being. Look, this ceremony..."
President Yan: "...are you not a star?"
No, you are not good at showing off?
Meng Fu beat President Yan's shoulders, "Master, temporarily, temporarily."
She beat people's shoulders just in time. President Yan bent down to paint all year round, and some cervical spondylosis were a lot more comfortable when she pinched her.
President Yan was very cold and harsh, not for the time being, and his voice was as solemn as ever: "Since you are not convenient for you to show off, we will make up for it when it is convenient for you."
Meng Fu's eyebrows and eyes lowered, and his hands became much lighter: "Thank you, Master."
"Also, your preliminary competition must have passed," President Yan remembered something again, "The rematch begins soon, the theme is to have a great country, you must prepare your paintings. Your style has its own style, but your proficiency is not enough. From today on, you have to copy a painting every day. I will send you the paintings that your senior brother had copied in the past later."
Meng Fu nodded, it was just like Teacher Zhou gave her exercises every week.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, remembered something, and her shoulder pinched slowed down: "Master, do you need to leave a name for the rematch painting? You see, I will be a member of the Painting Association in the future. Do you have to use a famous stage name?"
The Painting Association can have stage names, but most of them have more real names.
President Yan used his real name.
President Yan did not agree with Meng Fu's request, but thought about Meng Fu's statement that she was not convenient for her to show off, he reluctantly agreed, "What is a resounding stage name?"
Meng Fu smiled: "I want to make money every day."
President Yan: “…”
Concise, clear goals, and neat.
It's worthy of being you, Meng Fu.
"Master, does this name sound bad?" Meng Fu smiled.
President Yan: "…very personality."
He has always been serious, and no one in the Painting Association dares to smile with him. His only apprentice also respects him very much.
The first time I met a person like Meng Fu, I was very sweet with a "master" and was very obedient. I pinched my back and pounded my shoulders. President Yan, who has been stern for many years, met such a person for the first time, and this cold face couldn't be pulled down.
OK, if you want to make money, make money.
He said "hmm", "I'll help you change this."
"Thank you, teacher," Meng Fu became more diligent in pinching his shoulders. "I was scolded by someone at the beginning. I don't know if it's because you have a vision."
Four hundred thousand.
"I don't know what's the matter?" President Yan frowned. Although Meng Fu's paintings had some obscure traces, these could be ignored, because this painting was full of charm and bones, and it was really rare. How could you say that your paintings were not so important? Don't listen to these words. You are very talented. When your senior brother started learning painting, the spirit was not as good as you."
Anyone who knows painting knows the charm of Meng Fu's painting. She doesn't even look down on her. How high is the other party's vision?
The president of the Beijing Painting Association dared not say this.
Most of them are just half-baked painting blind, not knowing how to draw, which has delayed Meng Fu for so many years in vain.
Hearing President Yan's painting, Meng Fu couldn't help but touch his nose and didn't dare to say anything else.
After the two discussed, Meng Fu personally sent the teacher down.
"Your security guard didn't let me drive in just now," President Yan's car was not downstairs. He explained to Meng Fu, "I was anxious, so I asked someone to park the car outside the gate. If you are alone, don't send me, I'll go out by myself."
This community is a bit dark and there are few people. It seems that the lights have not been changed for a long time and are so dark that President Yan insists not let Meng Fu send him out.
Just now, Meng Fu sent him down and he refused.
Meng Fu didn't say anything this time, just stood there and watched President Yan leave.
After not seeing President Yan, Meng Fu dragged his slippers and walked to the security guard at the door. The window was half open. Meng Fu reached out and knocked outside the window.
The security guard was drowsy, and when he heard the sound, he suddenly woke up.
Seeing the person standing outside the window, he stood up with a "live" sound: "Meng Mengmeng...Miss Meng."
"Don't panic," Meng Fu raised his hand and pointed to the direction where President Yan had just left, and said slowly: "The person who just left is my respected master. You should respect him more in the future."
"Your master?" The security guard glared, his face changed, and he was stuttering, as if he was about to cry: "Yes, right..."
"Okay," Meng Fu pulled out his ears, "Just remember it in the future."
The security guard bowed to her, "Don't worry. I must remember!"
Meng Fu turned around, walked back, waved at him casually, expressing his understanding.
After Meng Fu left, the security guard quickly adjusted the surveillance camera, transferred out President Yan's face, took the screenshots respectfully, and saved them.
**
Here, President Yan returned to the car.
His expression was no different from before, but the driver saw that he was much happier than before.
The driver was a little surprised.
President Yan got into the car, took out his cell phone, clicked on the contact person, dialed a phone number, and the phone rang and was picked up.
There was a very warm voice on the other end of the phone, "Teacher."
"Well," President Yan nodded, his tone was very plain, "Xiyuan, I just accepted a junior sister for you."
The person on the other side should have been flipping through the book. When he heard President Yan's words, he paused and was very shocked: "Little Junior Sister?"
"Well, very talented." President Yan's tone slowed down a lot.
The teacher said he was very talented. He Xiyuan knew that this junior sister should be very outstanding. He passed the mind with a talented young student recently, but he couldn't get a job. "Then you go back to Beijing, I'll arrange the ceremony to accept disciples."
President Yan has never been able to show off his own status in recent years, but he has been under the status of almost one person in the Painting Association. He Xiyuan has only been accepted by so many people in his name.
This time he accepted another disciple, so He Xiyuan naturally wanted to help his teacher do these things.
His junior sister must have a match, and at least she cannot lose to the president's apprentice.
"This is not needed, not for the time being." President Yan shook his head.
He Xiyuan stood up and walked out the door, "Why?"
"You little sister, you can't show up in public. I signed her up for this Youth Competition, and she also used the stage name." President Yan turned his eyes to the car window, and the lights outside were bright and the traffic was rippling.
Can't show up in public?
Use the stage name?
Nowadays, almost no one in the Art Association uses stage names, and they all use their real names. Unless they look too ugly, they won’t mind showing their faces and names.
After all, this is also a world that looks at faces.
This young junior sister is unwilling to come forward or reveal her real name.
He Xiyuan's painting circle is at its peak and has countless fans. Although he is a very genius figure himself, part of the reason is that he is good-looking and is called "Young Master Xiyuan" in the circle.
He Xiyuan knew very well and did not ask President Yan the reason, "Then I'll wait for you to notify me."
"Well," President Yan nodded. He withdrew his gaze from outside and said, "I'll push your junior sister to you, you can get to know her."
Originally he wanted to recommend He Xiyuan to Meng Fu, but now he has a little apprentice—
Where is the senior brother waiting for the junior sister to join?
**
When Meng Fu returned home, he took a bottle of beer in the refrigerator and took the beer to the study to continue researching his new medicine.
As soon as she sat on the chair, she pulled the pull ring away and her phone lit up.
It's a WeChat message.
Meng Fu clicked and saw that it was a friend’s application—
[Hello, junior sister, I am your senior brother He Xiyuan.]
Meng Fu knew that this was her senior brother, so she clicked on the agreement, filled in the "system remarks name", and replied casually-
To be continued...